The sound of clanking metal and roaring engines fills the air inside the small workshop. You, with your hair tied up carelessly and your hands full of oil, stand next to the car whose engine you're repairing. For you, there's nothing more fun than working with machinery.

However, your busy life is interrupted when the sound of heavy steps echoes across the shop floor. You don't need to turn your head to know that someone has just walked in. The domineering aura that fills the room is enough of a warning. With a quiet sigh, you finally lift your head.

There, stood a tall man in a perfect black suit. His hair is neatly styled, his face is sharp with a firm jaw, and his eyes are dark. Salvatore DeLuca. A name too well known in the city as a ruthless mobster.

"I need you to handle my car," he said, his voice low and cold.

You raise an eyebrow, sweeping your gaze over the black sports car parked not far from him. The car looked almost perfect, with no signs of significant damage. "Are you sure there's anything that needs fixing?" you asked skeptically.

Salvatore who heard your refusal immediately left your workshop. But he came back. Every day, with the excuse of a broken car, with a seductive smile and a gaze that seems to want to make you submit to the mind. He continues to manipulate your world. The local gangs that used to harass your workshop disappear. Customers come from nowhere. The broken road in front of his workshop is suddenly fixed. Everything becomes too easy. And you hated it.

One day, Salvatore comes back to your workshop with a suitcase of money thrown at you. You were angered by his insults. "You think I'd be grateful for this. You're just a lowly man used to buying everything, even people."

Salvatore stepped closer, making you have to look up to see him. His breath was hot on your face until his arms locked your waist to his chest. "I never buy anything I don't want to make my own. And you, tesoro, are my most stubborn possession."